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Xan’s idea’s about Breezy couldn’t be more wrong and only figures that out when her life comes in danger. Then he admits she is his mate. Breezy works in the ER and after a long day she bows out of going out with co workers only to be attacked in the parking garage. She fights like Xan used to tell her. After she gets attacked she calls the clubhouse and is ordered to come there by the alpha, Kellen. Now the must figure out this puzzle before Xan loses his cool. What wil he think when he learns her secrets. This is a very well rounded book, as the intrigue and storyline unfolds, I found that Elle pays a great attention to detail no matter which part of the storyline she is writing. I was very impressed because I felt like I could close my eyes and picture the story in my mind. I will give you no spoiler on this one at all this is a must read and very well rounded written book.

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Beth was a thief and a very good and successful. She was the go to thief if you wanted something difficult stolen and this time she was contracted to steal the Fenrir’s Claw, it is a very old artifact and it belong to a very dangerous group of wolves. Sully is tracking her but is always a few steps behind her they finally come face to face a she is stealing the claw and they are both caught up in a kiss that proves they are mates but Beth casts a spell and she is gone. There are so many twists and turns in this book she becomes a hunted werelock and his loin wants to protect her at all costs. This is a very interesting combination of were and warlock. It is the first one I have read like this Mina always combines great combinations of weres. This book is such a great read and it is another one that will have you laughing, crying, and shouting no before you can stop yourself. I highly recommend taking this journey of Beth and Sully but make sure you bring a cold drink with you it gets hot between the two of them.

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Marked by an Assassin, the eighth book in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website and sharing sneak peeks of the book.

Here’s more about Marked by an Assassin, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance novel.

A snow leopard shifter exiled from his pride twenty years ago, Harbin treads the dark path of life as an assassin, driven by a hunger for vengeance, mercilessly hunting the Archangel members who attacked his kin, murdering his mother and sister.

When a new contract comes in and the mark is a snow leopard shifter, he can’t resist venturing into the mortal world on a personal mission to find out why one from a normally peaceful species now has a price on their head. What he finds in a rundown nightclub isn’t quite what he expects—a beautiful snow leopard female that awakens a fierce hunger inside him.

Aya has spent seventeen years living in London, immersed in the underbelly of the fae world, keeping her head down and her tail out of trouble. But when trouble walks right into her life in the form of a sinfully handsome, dangerous assassin, she is pulled into a whirlwind of events that stir up the nightmares of her past but might just give her a shot at putting those ghosts to rest—if she can resist the dark allure of a male she knows is her fated mate.

Can Harbin and Aya resist the passionate fire that blazes between them as they chase the vengeance they both crave? Or will they surrender to their deepest desires?

Excerpt

Aya jerked her chin up, brushed her short black hair back from her face, and strolled into the club with just enough sway in her hips to have a few of the hungrier males in the expansive room looking her way. Colourful lights flashed in time with the pounding tempo of the rock music, a visible beat that spoke to her animal side and had her prowling through the half-filled club, heading towards the bar at the far end. The hazy glass panel at the front of it changed colours, fading through green, yellow, red and blue. Purple lights above the bar washed over the white metal top and the people lining it, telling her that Amanda was in charge tonight. The colour changed depending on who was the boss behind the bar. Her luck was in. Amanda made the best cocktails. Things were already looking up.

She skirted the edge of the dance floor, her eyes raking over every male on it, assessing them in turn, seeking out her first partner. Some of them glanced her way, taking their eyes off their females and giving her their attention instead. She smiled at them all, a range of shifters and fae, and some mortals mixed in. Any one of them would do.

She turned back towards the bar and a group of mortal males broke apart to allow her passage, creating a clear run between her and the bar.

A male there caught her eye.

A vampire.

It wasn’t often she saw their kind around, but he was unmistakable as he lounged casually on a stool, his right arm propped up on the bar behind him. His deep crimson gaze locked on her, sending a thrill coursing through her blood, and she added a little extra sway to her hips and slowed her pace, capturing and holding his focus on her.

He was perfect.

It was little wonder many of the single females in the club were watching him closely.

With neatly styled dark hair, shorn close around the sides but left wild on top, and wicked full lips set in a classically handsome face, with a strong jaw, straight nose and sculpted cheekbones, he was the image of perfection.

The embodiment of masculinity.

The black shirt he wore was slightly open at the collar, revealing defined muscles that hinted at a body to match the perfection of his face.

His sensual lips tilted in a ghost of a smile.

He thought he had found a victim, a walking blood bag who would feed him, and she wasn’t about to tell him how wrong he was about that. Biting was off the agenda. She never allowed fangs near her flesh. The way his gaze dipped, roaming down the line of her throat, and his lips curved further told her he had noticed that, and the way his eyes brightened, burning faintly in the low light, warned he liked it.

She was playing with fire, but she didn’t care. Not tonight.

Tonight was about forgetting, and he was the perfect male to erase the past from her mind.

Aya halted at the bar and flagged the only female member of staff. Amanda. The brunette smiled, nodded and went to work on her drink, mixing her the same potent cocktail she always requested.

The vampire leaned closer, inhaled slowly and growled low in his throat. A shiver bolted through Aya, a flash fire following in its wake, and she slowly slid her gaze towards him. His eyes met and locked with hers, and her breathing came quicker. Vampires were alluring, but this male was something else.

Something more.

Crimson eyes held hers and the sensation of danger she had felt when approaching him increased, but rather than triggering a need to escape his presence, it drew her to him instead. Tonight, she was in the mood for danger and seduction, and this male would give that to her.

“It’s on me,” the male said as the bartender dropped her drink off.

Amanda nodded and moved away to the till.

The vampire pressed two fingers against the base of the martini glass and pushed it across the white bar top to Aya, his charming smile holding.

“You look like you need this,” he murmured and her sensitive hearing picked up his words over the loud thumping music.

Aya held his gaze as she took the drink, swallowed it down in one go and set the glass back down on the bar.

“I need more than this,” she whispered and inched closer to him, so her hip brushed his thigh.

His gaze lowered to where they touched, narrowed and then darted back up to hers. He growled, flashing short fangs, grabbed her right wrist and spun her towards him. Hunger filled his eyes, need that she felt echoing inside her. She had been alone too long too. She needed to lose herself in someone, had to purge the bad memories and fill her head with something to keep them at bay.

That something was him.

The male moved in a blur and she gasped when she was suddenly on the busy dance floor, his hands on her hips and his body swaying against hers in an intoxicating rhythm. It took her a moment to catch up, but the second she did, she threw her arms around his neck and ground against him, rubbing up his thigh as he pressed it between her legs.

Gods, she needed this.

Her heart pounded, the frantic beat drowning out the music as she lost herself in the sway of his body against hers and the rich depths of his eyes. Her instincts whispered again, warning she was playing with fire, and this time she might get burned.

Screw it.

She had already been burned.

No one could burn her worse than he had.

Not even a vampire.

She threw herself into dancing with him, working up a sweat and burning off some energy as they writhed against each other to the beat of the music. She lost track of time as the songs faded from one to another and then another. He turned with her and she frowned briefly as a scar around his neck caught the sudden flash of white light that cascaded over him. It was thin, would be unnoticeable at a distance, but this close to him she could see it and she couldn’t help wondering how he had come to have it.

And how he had survived the wound.

The silvery line stretched from below his left ear, around the front of his throat, over his Adam’s apple where it was thicker and more pronounced, to below his right ear.

It looked as if someone had attempted to cut his head clean off and should have succeeded, but somehow he had escaped with his life.

She wanted to know how, but the way he was staring down at her when she finally drew her gaze away from the scar warned her to hold her tongue.

A couple of males bumped against them on the busy dance floor and the vampire turned crimson eyes on them and curled his lip, flashing a hint of fang that had them backing into the crowd.

He drew her closer, his scent surrounding her and stealing her focus away from the world, narrowing it down to him. She let it overwhelm her, let her guard down and gave herself over to the moment.

“What’s your name?” she hollered over the music.

The man smiled, charming to the last, his eyes glittering dangerously with it. “Night.”

“Aya,” she said without missing a beat, sensing that he was waiting for her to comment on his name. If it was his real one, his parents had a bad sense of humour, but she couldn’t deny that it suited him.

He was as seductive, beautiful and dangerous as the night.

A shiver prickled down her spine, setting her on edge and shattering the hold the vampire had over her.

Her silver-gold gaze drifted beyond him, towards the entrance, and her breath lodged in her throat.

The snow leopard male.

Aya fixed her eyes back on Night, trying to give him all of her attention again as they moved with each other, their bodies locked tight together. Her focus slipped, her eyes wanting to roam back to the other male, drawn to him even when she didn’t want them to be.

She watched him in the corner of her vision as she looked up at the vampire.

The silver-haired male limped as he walked, favouring his right leg, but it didn’t detract from the lethal edge to his gait as he prowled into the club. He was dangerous. Every instinct she possessed fired that warning across her mind, making it impossible to ignore.

He was more dangerous than the vampire grinding against her, pulling her closer to him, dipping his head to course his lips over her exposed shoulder.

The snow leopard’s silver eyes narrowed and she shut hers, blocking him out as she twined her fingers in Night’s dark hair.

Gods.

Her breath left her in a rush as she felt the snow leopard’s eyes fix on her, the intensity of his gaze burning through her, drawing her into opening hers to look at him again. She resisted, tried to focus on the male dancing with her, using all of her will to pretend she couldn’t feel the snow leopard’s gaze drifting down her body as he passed. It lingered on her hips, on the point where the vampire clutched her, his fingers possessively digging into her black jeans as he lifted his head from her shoulder and growled.

A threat if ever she had heard one.

She held her breath, part of her expecting the snow leopard to respond.

He moved on, silent and stealthy, the epitome of a predator. He wouldn’t rise to the threat of a lesser male. He would bide his time, study his opponent, and only make his move once he had discovered a weakness he could exploit and only if he decided he wanted her.

It had been so long since she had been around her own kind that she had forgotten how mature males behaved.

The air left her lungs in a whoosh again, her heart thundering against her breast as the vampire spun her in his arms and pulled her back against his front, grinding against her bottom and leaving her face-to-face with the snow leopard male.

Double gods.

It hit her hard as she stared across the open expanse of room between her and him where he casually took a seat at the bar directly in front of her.

She had chosen the vampire because he was the opposite of this male.

A snow leopard with an unruly shock of silver hair and pure silver eyes set in a ruggedly handsome face that sported numerous pale scars that immediately had her wondering what sort of life he had led.

What sort of Hell had he survived?

It couldn’t be any worse than what she had been through.

He stared straight at her, stealing all of her focus away from the vampire, and this time she couldn’t convince herself to look away. The coldness in his eyes entranced her. A snowy abyss that reminded her of her pride’s village high in the mountains, far away from the mortal world. Stark. Dangerous. Liable to kill you if you set a foot wrong.

Whatever had happened to this male, it had turned him feral, had made him into a killer rather than a male from a species known for their calmness and desire to avoid conflict.

He looked as if he courted danger, sought out conflict, and enjoyed bathing his hands in blood.

His black t-shirt stretched over a firm body, his arms sporting more scars than she could count, and tight black jeans hugged his long lean legs. The fingers of his right hand flexed constantly, a restless movement she had seen many males do when they were on edge. Did he want to fight?

He was injured, but that didn’t make him weak. He looked like the sort of male that would only be more dangerous when wounded.

His eyes remained icy as he shifted in his seat and she would have missed the twist of his lips that betrayed him if she hadn’t been studying him so closely.

More than his leg was injured.

The way he held his left arm in his lap told her that it was wounded too. Her eyes dropped to his feet and narrowed as she spotted the black thick material encasing his left foot, at odds with the leather army boot he wore on his right. A cast. Had he broken his leg?

The vampire skimmed his hands forwards, brushing the apex of her thighs and providing a startling reminder that she wasn’t alone. She gasped and tried to evade his wandering hands, but only ended up pressing harder against his front, rubbing his groin with her backside. He groaned against her shoulder and bit lightly with blunt teeth.

The snow leopard’s eyes burned brighter, a flare of silver shining around his narrowing pupils, as if the sight of the vampire touching her had infuriated him.

Aya didn’t belong to him.

She could do as she damn well pleased.

She turned in Night’s arms, giving him the whole of her attention again as she resumed dancing. He pulled her closer, grinning at her as she rubbed against him.

She was pushing her luck.

It wasn’t the vampire she feared either.

Her primal instincts warned that the snow leopard male was losing his temper and she was heading into dangerous territory.

Aya didn’t want to get the vampire killed and she refused to drag innocents into what would amount to a bloodbath if the snow leopard lost his temper in the busy club. She glanced at the huge digital clock mounted on the black wall above the corridor to the exit. It was time she made her excuses and left.

“I need a drink,” she hollered above the music as it began to fade and broke free of Night’s clutches. “I’ll be right back.”

She heard a faint rumble of disapproval but he didn’t try to stop her as she made a beeline for the bar, heading towards the end furthest from the snow leopard male. She could slip out the back through the door in the corner there, using her normal escape route she took whenever things got a little too hot and heavy for her liking.

The snow leopard tracked her as she made her way through the crowd, his gaze never leaving her.

It was going to be difficult to get away without him noticing.

What if he came after her?

Her pulse accelerated, cold sweat prickling down her spine at the thought of him catching her alone outside. Maybe it was better she slipped out the main exit. Rocky would take care of her, ensuring the male kept his distance. A snow leopard was no match for a bear shifter.

Aya turned her back to the bar, her eyes swinging past the male towards the main exit at the opposite end of the club.

She pushed away from the bar.

Panicked shouts filled the air, a rush of people coming at her confusing her senses as they sharpened and her instincts screamed at her to take the back exit and run. Several males bumped her as they raced in that direction and her eyes widened as she caught sight of the other end of the club.

People dressed in black combat gear surged into the busy room, driving the patrons in a wave towards her.

“Police,” someone shouted.

“Raid,” another yelled as they shoved their way through the throng, heading towards her in an attempt to flee.

Aya shook her head as she stared at the large group of males splitting apart and grabbing any shifter or fae they came across.

They weren’t the police.

They were Archangel hunters.

Marked by an Assassin is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.

Author Bio

Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.

If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:

Finally ending her obligation to the government, Brita is ready to live a life of freedom. Always a loner, even in a secret military task force, she now looks forward to getting lost among the tourist of a small town resort area. No more violence or killing that is her new motto. The day a stranger walks into her place of work and mistakes her for someone else, everything changes. Shocked, the misidentification shakes her core. She’d always been told that she was one of a kind—no others like her. She sets out on a mission to discover the truth and to find her pack—if one exists. Maybe, just maybe they can be the key to unlocking the mysteries that have held her bound.

Alek was feeling restless. The choker of Alpha is dangling to close to his neck. He needed time to decide if he wanted to engage in a dominance battle. His life didn’t seem to be leading anywhere else, but he refused to just given in because it was what was expected of him. Things hadn’t been the same for him in years since his cousins left their family pack, after a tragedy, and headed south for a new life. He believes time away from his world and the open air of the Blue Ridge Mountain area could bring him just the clarity he needs.

In a whiff, his relaxing vacation becomes encumbered by a demanding anomalous whose one sexy-ass feline. Brita’s arrival brings out the base needs of his cat and he can’t simply stand back and let the local shifters handle it… No. He’ll do whatever it takes to prove to Brita that he’ll be by her side—and she is his.

USA Today Bestselling Author, Yvette Hines loves romance and writing it is one of her greatest pleasures in life outside of her husband and two children. Her belief in happily ever after began when she was sixteen and started reading romance books. Now as an erotic romance author, she tries to show that every woman no matter color, age, shape or size deserves a high level of passion in her life. Residing in North Carolina with her family and is a Rom Vet. She loves to hear from her readers: sasseyvettehines@yahoo.com or visit her at yvettehines.com

Having grown up in San Francisco, Calder Brumen is drawn to the ocean, and he’s spent his life trying to capture the beauty of the Pacific on canvas. Over time, he has become obsessed with painting the image of a dark haired mermaid named Gaire, and Calder struggles to explain his devotion to these portraits to his best friend. When Calder finds sandy footprints leading to the edge of his bed, he suspects that the haunting siren is real.

Pursuing the truth, Calder is dragged into a murderous, underwater plot that could destroy them all. And he must choose – is the possibility of a lifetime with Gaire worth risking death for himself and everyone he loves?

Author Bio: Bokerah Brumley is an award-winning freelance writer. In her spare time, Bokerah enjoys climbing trees, photographing peacocks, and writing flash fiction. Two novellas and one novel are planned for 2015. She lives with her husband, five kids, and three dogs in West Texas where she serves as the blue-haired publicity officer for the Cisco Writers Club.

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A fantastic bonus story to a series I thought was long over, Her Sinful Angel serves to humanize Lucifer and prove that the love of a good woman can change anyone. Readers of this series may have noted that although he has been the Prince of Darkness, Lucifer does seem to care for his daughter, Erin and his grandchild. He may even care for Veiron although he would likely deny it. He has even at times helped them in their fights. Leading us to believe that this fallen angel, ruler of hell, isn’t as evil as he’d like everyone to believe. So seeing this whole new side of him was like chocolate cake after a satisfying meal.

Unsure if Nina is part of the plot against him or an innocent that has been dragged and dumped in hell as a trap for him, he is understandably leery. Yet what surprises me is that even with the possibility of Nina being a part of the plan to take him down, he is incredibly hospitable and gentle with her. It seems Lucifer can add one more person to the list of weaknesses. I won’t spoil the surprise, however, I can admit to waiting with baited breath for the story to unravel.

As we read along we get a glimpse at Lucifer’s story. What led to him ruling the underworld and most importantly we see the pain he suffered. Taking over Hell was no picnic and he has the scars to prove it. It was interesting watching Heaton take a character we’ve seen in previous books as the ultimate evil and turn him into the suffering hero. Not only did she turn him into a hero deserving a happy ending, but she make us care for him.

Although this is the 8th book in the Her Angel series, it can be read as a stand alone. The appearances of Erin, Veiron and others from previous books do not take away from the story. However, as someone who has read all of the books in this series, I would recommend picking up and reading the other books in the series. You’ll get brief glimpses of his caring about all of them and watching out for them even from afar without them knowing. At the very least, I would recommend reading Her Demonic Angel (Erin and Veiron’s book) as this is the point, I believe you begin seeing glimpses of Lucifer being something other than the worse evil being imaginable.

I must have a thing for the bad boys because for the longest time Veiron was my obsession. Now I’ve got a new one.

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Her Sinful Angel, book eight in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Her Angel, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website.

Cast out of Heaven and now the king of Hell, Lucifer is a powerful fallen angel warrior with a heart as cold as ice and soul as black as the bottomless pit. For millennia, he has ruled his realm with an iron fist as he plots the demise of his ancient enemies. When one of those enemies dumps an unconscious mortal female in the courtyard of his fortress and leaves her there, Lucifer finds himself entranced by the beguiling beauty and tempted beyond all reason. But is the enchanting Nina an innocent pawn in the eternal game or part of a plot against him?

Nina paced the small apartment she had been moved to, wearing a groove in the polished stone floor. It was cold beneath her bare feet. She wasn’t sure what had happened to her shoes, but thinking about where they might be was a distraction she didn’t need, not when she was beginning to panic again.

She had tried to sleep, but had woken sharply, roused from her slumber by something she couldn’t remember now. It had been important, she felt sure of that. A memory? She frowned at the floor, turned on her heel and paced back towards the large tapestry hanging on the black wall, ignoring the niggling voice that mentioned for the thousandth time that there were no windows in her room.

It felt like a cell.

The walls closed in on her and she screwed her eyes shut, breathed out slowly, and drew down a deep breath to calm herself. She had to maintain her focus. Whenever she managed to get her mind off her current situation and unimportant details like her missing shoes, she could catch a glimpse of the shadowy figure that lurked in her fragmented memories.

Her head ached and she paused mid-stride, pressing her hand against her forehead. Sweat dampened it. She was pushing herself too hard again, but she felt that if she just kept her focus for long enough, kept driving forwards and not relenting, that she might remember what had awoken her.

It felt important.

She wanted to have something she could tell the man when he returned.

She hadn’t seen him since he had brought her to the room, given her a set of clothes that were still laid out over the back of the red velvet couch in front of the unlit fireplace to her right, and had left her alone with instructions to remain in the room.

She hadn’t seen anyone.

Not in all the time she had been here.

The grim corridors of the insanely huge house had been empty as the man had led her through them. Every single one of them. She hadn’t even heard a trace of life in the building, other than her escort, and he had been silent the entire walk between the room where she had come around to find him watching her and her new one.

Nina flopped onto the four-poster bed to her left, the dark red silk covers cushioning her fall, cool against her back and her arms as she stretched them out at her sides. She stared at the black ceiling and the crystal chandelier that hung in the centre of it, her mind wandering as her focus slipped.

To the man.

He hadn’t mentioned his name.

Because he was a servant?

She had never met a servant before, so she wasn’t sure what the protocol was for them, or whether she should have given him her name.

It wasn’t as if he had asked, and she felt sure that if it had been important or he had wanted to know it, he would have asked her.

Nina sighed out her breath and sank deeper into the soft mattress, her head filling with a replay of the hours she had spent with him and in this building. Questions began to replace the images, her curiosity getting the better of her now that she was beginning to feel bolder.

She was going to ask him his name when he returned.

She was going to ask him where they were, because this house didn’t look like the sort she would find in London. The ceiling slipped out of focus and she struggled to bring it back to sharpness again. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, but it was happening less often as the ache behind her eyes gradually dulled and the fog in her mind lifted.

The shadowy figure had drugged her.

It was wearing off, but he had definitely drugged her.

That meant she could be anywhere. She might have been out for hours. Days.

Her throat closed, her heart beating harder against her ribs, and she tugged the soft blanket beneath her into her fists, clinging to it as she fought the wave of panic.

She breathed through it, slowly and steadily, methodically pushing all of the frightening thoughts out of her mind so she could find calm again. With calm came clarity, and she needed that right now. She needed a clear head so she could think.

She needed to figure out what had happened and whether she was safer out there, or in this building.

The handsome man flashed across her eyes, his half-smile making her belly flutter and knees weaken even when she was lying down.

Part of her didn’t feel safe around him.

Not because he was a danger to her, like the other man and her ex-husband.

But because he was too alluring, and the pull she felt towards him was too strong. She couldn’t fight it, even when she knew that she had to in order to protect herself. She had learned long ago not to trust men.

Especially the handsome and charismatic ones.

And her host was as charming as they got.

Nina pressed her right hand to her chest, feeling her heart beating rapidly against her palm. She needed to get control of herself and shove aside the attraction she felt towards the man, because giving in to it wasn’t an option.

She wouldn’t put herself through that hell again.

The door in the right corner of the far end of the room opened and she shot into a sitting position, her heart leaping into her throat as her gaze darted towards it.

The man stood there, dressed as impeccably as before in a fine black suit and polished leather shoes, with his dark hair swept back from his face. All that black made him look as pale as a ghost, his skin white and flawless. Only his amber eyes added a touch of colour that added life to him.

Fire.

That fiery gaze burned into her as his eyes came to settle on her, narrowing slightly so his long black lashes darkened his irises to burnished gold.

“You are awake,” he said, his voice as smooth and deep as an ocean, lulling her as gently as waves.

With practiced precision, he carried a silver tray into the room and set it down on the black coffee table near the red couch.

Food.

Her stomach grumbled at the sight of it. Fruits, something that looked like a sponge cake, and chocolate. Her belly growled louder, her mouth watering as she thought about breaking off a piece of chocolate and popping it into her mouth. Beside the food on the tray stood an elegant silver teapot and a single fine china cup on a saucer, with a tiny pot of milk and a sugar bowl.

Nina stared at the offering, wondering if she would look rude if she ran across the room to stuff her face with the food.

The man arched an eyebrow at her and then at the tray. “I can ask for coffee if you prefer it.”

She quickly shook her head. “Tea is fine. Perfect. I love tea.”

And she was rambling. She didn’t need to catch the amused look on his handsome face to know that.

She edged off the bed and walked as casually as she could towards the couch. He shifted aside when she neared him and she almost paused to look at him, part of her curious about why he always moved away from her whenever she approached him. Was he merely trying to make her feel more comfortable?

Or was there another reason he wanted to keep his distance from her?

Her Sinful Angel is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.

Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Her Angel series.

If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:

Mina Carter’s smut stories have been amazing reads! This fast paced sexy works have been captivating to the mind! each of these shorts builds into an amazing world of shifters and the life that authors create for the readers!

Ilsa myers- captain of the guard for the mistress of the city she hadn’t met a wolf or man yet to make her want more than shake their hands in years until the gravely voice of the lord Delegate comes to her senses just made her want more

Nick Travais- lord delegate and alpha of the Trevais pack and sister mated to the master of the city.When he finds a woman his wolf wants no demands have to have this women she thinks for the night he has plans to for more.

“her scent hit him first wrapping around him like the coils of a seductive serpent ready to lead him into sin.”

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For veterinarian Cora Welch, being bitten by a young injured wolf wasn’t the best day of her life, nor the raging fever that followed. However, finding herself faced with a naked man proved even more than she had ever bargained for.

Zayn couldn’t believe what his inner wolf was telling him when he first saw the human doctor Cora, standing in nothing but a towel. The last thing he wanted was a mate, especially an accidental one. And at a time when danger seemed to be coming at the Mystic Pack from an unknown source, it just wasn’t in his plans.

All he had to do was get Cora through the fever, keep her safe from the other pack, and keep his fangs to himself. But nobody told him he’d have to fight a mating urge so strong within himself, that it was a losing battle. Now, he has to explain to Cora that he accidentally marked her for a second time, making her just like him.

Cora knew something was not right in her world the moment she wanted to climb her rescuer like a tree. Hearing Zayn tell her she was now a werewolf, like him and his pack, she realized she now had a home. If her new mate still wanted her after he heard about her family, Cora knew she’d be happy to be an accidental wolf.

Accidentally Wolf

Elle Boon

Mystic Wolves

Elle Boon IS fast becoming one of my favorite authors. I love the wonderful spin she adds to her books. Her writing keeps you spell bound from the first page to the last page, It is a have been up all night read. I am waiting impatiently now for either a wolf or raven release. These wolves were an unsuspected surprise. I loved the unique tale and quirky humor of the book the one liner’s are great and the strong spunky leading lady that makes you want to you show them what you got.

“Yes, if I kept scratching him the way she was sure that he’d roll over like a little domesticate per and bed for her to rub his stomach.”

Cora- the local vet at Mystic River out for her morning run finds a lone wolf cub caught in a bear strap. After freeing the cub she attempts to pick him up where she gets bit. Do to the pain he is in after making it back to her clinic she cares for him and starts to feel bad after a bath she hears a noise and finds a man (sexy as hell) holding the wolf cub

Zyan- finds his nephew at the vet’s clinic drugged and with a Band-Aid. He was about to leave when a women in a towel shows up demanding to know what he is doing with her wolf. After realizing that she had been bitten the take he back to care for her. Can he stay away from the hot women that’s not his type or bite her again and turn her into his mate?

Can Zyan resist cora who wants him?

Will Cora’s scent drive Zyan crazy enough to forget what he wants?

What happens when the bear traps where set for a reason?

Read this amazing book and find out!

“I’d never hurt you intentionally. You know that right?”

“Of course I do. That’s why your still a functioning man, my love”

Jodie’s Review:

Cora finds a wolf cub caught in a bear trap. Who knew helping this cub was gonna turn her world upside down when the cub bites her. Enter Zyan who seems to open mouth and insert foot far more than he realizes. He fights the mate calling but he fails. Now will Cora forgive him or even love him he is not sure because she is an accidental wolf, that everyone seems to want . The story has some great humor, some wild excitement, and some steamy passion. What more could you want from a story. I would recommend this book to all my friends.